Harry the Harlot
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Adult ++
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6
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sweatysticky
"so you see, sir, my deck of cards."
Multiples Reprise Remix; Atmosphere
xxx
Harry slammed his head on his pillow with an unsatisfactory flffp sound. Last night had been, well, mind-blowing, awe-inspiring, amazing, fantastic, awesome, literally orgasmic. but then, that was it. last night hadn't led to anything today. Keen and him had both come home, and then slept, and then when Harry woke up around eleven or so, Keen had been gone. perhaps he was doing his weekend run, but. whatever the fuck he was doing, Harry was going to find out.
he lurched himself off his bed, fell, and crawled around looking for his new, modernized cellphone. Keen had the old, out-dated monstrous one. Harry had afforded this one from his business ventures. perhaps his first step of wooing Keen would be by getting him a new cellphone.
"aha, can't hind for long, can you my ickly babykins!" grabbing the cellphone, he quickly dialed out that number that was, uh, what was it? "501-5... 5506?" he tried, and waited. an old lady answered the phone, and he quickly hung up on her.
"uh. uh. 501-5307..." that one was unfruitful as well.
"well, fuck. I guess I'll just have to go run after him."
xxx
he quickly got dressed for running, short shorts on his long, tanned legs and a tight shirt that really wasn't made for anything other than looking sexy. tennis shoes were hard to find, but he remembered that pair, the really old ones, that used to fit him a few years ago.
walking out the room, he quickly stretched himself out, but as he walked into the dingy little kitchen, he froze with arms raised above his head.
"keen?"
He was reading the paper, nonchalant as always, though Harry knew for fact that that paper had been stolen from the neighbors. the papers didn't bother being dropped off by their door.
"yeh?"
"you're here."
Keen quirked an eyebrow at him.
"I live here, in case you hadn't noticed." Keen gave Harry a once-over before saying, "nice outfit, by the way."
Harry almostalmost blushed, but he managed not to. "thanks. I was thinking that the weather was nice out today, and, uh. well."
"I see."
Harry ran out the room.
xxx
"Ash, Ash, Ash!" he wailed. "what am I gonna do, I looked like a complete idiot in front of him!"
sighing and shaking her head dramatically, Ash petted his head. "now, now, he thinks you're wonderful and amazing and great. but if you keep acting like a big baby, he'll never want you."
"but, but," sniveling a lot.
"look, how bout you eat some of my ice cream and sit on the couch for a little while, and I'll be right back."
a thoroughly depressed, "kay," was the reply.
xxx
"what the fuck did you do to him, you little shit!"
"nothing, I mean, last night, we, you know! but then nothing!"
"exactly!" she growled.
"so what's the problem!" her kunai was quit close to his vitals, and was making him a bit scared.
"Harry loves you, fool! love him back!"
"I do! but fuck, it's like noon, I woke up about an hour ago and then a few minutes later, Harry comes stumbling out looking like a psycho killer and just leaves. you think I have time to molest him that soon? I was hungover, felt sick, was hungry, was cold, was thirsty..."
"NO EXCUSES!" she yelled, spit flying out of her mouth. and then she stormed out.
xxx
"he loves you, you know."
"how could he love me? I'm a pathetic, slobbery, disgu-"
"shut the fuck up. you're gorgeous, and you know it. you're one of the most unlame people I know. and now go to your house, and go find him, and take him 69 times in 69 minutes in 69 days in 69 ways."
xxx
shuffling up to the door, he hesitantly opened it. stepping oh so quietly inside, he heard a shuffling noise and froze. there was something inside...
a wild banshee soul-sucking demon pounced! "ahh! get the fuck off, you fuck from hell!"
it latched onto his neck and savagely sucked, and his arms pinwheeled around and around as he tried not lose his balance. leaning against the wall, he grabbed the thing's necked and tried choking it, but that thing was strong as steel, blocking his arms and then it was standing and not holding onto him by the arms anymore.
a thigh was shoved between his legs, spreading them and then that animal was rubbing off on him!
"I will not be raped by a mindless machine!"
"shut the fuck up, bitch. it's me."
"Keen?" oh.
"I've been thinking bout last night, and you weren't here, unh, and I didn't wanna jack off, so I had to wait, and it, unh, I didn't like it."
"oh, oh. ohh."
"yeh."
lips were pressed up against Harry's hard and insistent and then Harry was swapping spit and chewing and nibbling on lips and a tongue and it was sloppy but it was nice. and that thigh, the one between his legs, was rubbing up against him, and it didn't take much to make a horny teenage boy hard.
"yeh, Harry, just like that," and Keen was humping his leg hard, and then Harry switched spots with Keen, and Keen was against the wall and Harry kneeled in front of him and unzipped and unbuttoned the jeans and pulled them down, but he left the boxers on because he liked to tease.
he mouthed the cock through the loose cotton, and he smelled musk and sweat and cock and he liked that smell, and he nuzzled and sucked and then Keen was getting impatient so he decided to pulled those boxers down too, and then nothing was blocking his mouth from that prize, and fuck, Keen looked cute, and not in that "aww, look at that cute little kid," but in that "damn, this kid would make a fuckin' fine sub, with that tight ass and that lean body and those eyes all blue and pretty."
Harry couldn't resist reached behind Keen and grabbed those cheeks he'd stared at so often, squeezing and kneading as his mouth took care of the cock and he was just starting a good rhythm with two fingers up Keen's ass when Keen came and then he swallowed all that and he sort of went back on one elbow and his other hand went to the front of his shorts and he was fondling himself through the fabric and it felt good because he could still watch Keen float in orgasmic bliss.
xxx
he knew Harry wouldn’t last long, not after that little activity, but Keen knelt down beside him and pulled down his shorts and boxers and Harry's whimpers and little breathy sighs were sexy and he liked sucking cock, so there was no reason not to suck Harry's, so he did. and Harry was soso happy, too, and it made him grin around that mouthful of cock he had, while his hands dance all over the body splayed out before him.
it was really quite endearing how Harry had to bite his lips to keep from yelling a name when he came, and how after, he grabbed onto Keen and pulled him down onto his sweatysticky tummy, and Keen didn't even mind that his shirt was getting dirty.
xxx
so they cuddled for a while, and then Harry sort of knew he should get up, but he didn't want to. and he knew Keen probably wanted to get up, but he didn't care, because, well, he did care, but.
"Keen, wanna get up?"
"no, I like it here."
Multiples Reprise Remix; Atmosphere
xxx
Harry slammed his head on his pillow with an unsatisfactory flffp sound. Last night had been, well, mind-blowing, awe-inspiring, amazing, fantastic, awesome, literally orgasmic. but then, that was it. last night hadn't led to anything today. Keen and him had both come home, and then slept, and then when Harry woke up around eleven or so, Keen had been gone. perhaps he was doing his weekend run, but. whatever the fuck he was doing, Harry was going to find out.
he lurched himself off his bed, fell, and crawled around looking for his new, modernized cellphone. Keen had the old, out-dated monstrous one. Harry had afforded this one from his business ventures. perhaps his first step of wooing Keen would be by getting him a new cellphone.
"aha, can't hind for long, can you my ickly babykins!" grabbing the cellphone, he quickly dialed out that number that was, uh, what was it? "501-5... 5506?" he tried, and waited. an old lady answered the phone, and he quickly hung up on her.
"uh. uh. 501-5307..." that one was unfruitful as well.
"well, fuck. I guess I'll just have to go run after him."
xxx
he quickly got dressed for running, short shorts on his long, tanned legs and a tight shirt that really wasn't made for anything other than looking sexy. tennis shoes were hard to find, but he remembered that pair, the really old ones, that used to fit him a few years ago.
walking out the room, he quickly stretched himself out, but as he walked into the dingy little kitchen, he froze with arms raised above his head.
"keen?"
He was reading the paper, nonchalant as always, though Harry knew for fact that that paper had been stolen from the neighbors. the papers didn't bother being dropped off by their door.
"yeh?"
"you're here."
Keen quirked an eyebrow at him.
"I live here, in case you hadn't noticed." Keen gave Harry a once-over before saying, "nice outfit, by the way."
Harry almostalmost blushed, but he managed not to. "thanks. I was thinking that the weather was nice out today, and, uh. well."
"I see."
Harry ran out the room.
xxx
"Ash, Ash, Ash!" he wailed. "what am I gonna do, I looked like a complete idiot in front of him!"
sighing and shaking her head dramatically, Ash petted his head. "now, now, he thinks you're wonderful and amazing and great. but if you keep acting like a big baby, he'll never want you."
"but, but," sniveling a lot.
"look, how bout you eat some of my ice cream and sit on the couch for a little while, and I'll be right back."
a thoroughly depressed, "kay," was the reply.
xxx
"what the fuck did you do to him, you little shit!"
"nothing, I mean, last night, we, you know! but then nothing!"
"exactly!" she growled.
"so what's the problem!" her kunai was quit close to his vitals, and was making him a bit scared.
"Harry loves you, fool! love him back!"
"I do! but fuck, it's like noon, I woke up about an hour ago and then a few minutes later, Harry comes stumbling out looking like a psycho killer and just leaves. you think I have time to molest him that soon? I was hungover, felt sick, was hungry, was cold, was thirsty..."
"NO EXCUSES!" she yelled, spit flying out of her mouth. and then she stormed out.
xxx
"he loves you, you know."
"how could he love me? I'm a pathetic, slobbery, disgu-"
"shut the fuck up. you're gorgeous, and you know it. you're one of the most unlame people I know. and now go to your house, and go find him, and take him 69 times in 69 minutes in 69 days in 69 ways."
xxx
shuffling up to the door, he hesitantly opened it. stepping oh so quietly inside, he heard a shuffling noise and froze. there was something inside...
a wild banshee soul-sucking demon pounced! "ahh! get the fuck off, you fuck from hell!"
it latched onto his neck and savagely sucked, and his arms pinwheeled around and around as he tried not lose his balance. leaning against the wall, he grabbed the thing's necked and tried choking it, but that thing was strong as steel, blocking his arms and then it was standing and not holding onto him by the arms anymore.
a thigh was shoved between his legs, spreading them and then that animal was rubbing off on him!
"I will not be raped by a mindless machine!"
"shut the fuck up, bitch. it's me."
"Keen?" oh.
"I've been thinking bout last night, and you weren't here, unh, and I didn't wanna jack off, so I had to wait, and it, unh, I didn't like it."
"oh, oh. ohh."
"yeh."
lips were pressed up against Harry's hard and insistent and then Harry was swapping spit and chewing and nibbling on lips and a tongue and it was sloppy but it was nice. and that thigh, the one between his legs, was rubbing up against him, and it didn't take much to make a horny teenage boy hard.
"yeh, Harry, just like that," and Keen was humping his leg hard, and then Harry switched spots with Keen, and Keen was against the wall and Harry kneeled in front of him and unzipped and unbuttoned the jeans and pulled them down, but he left the boxers on because he liked to tease.
he mouthed the cock through the loose cotton, and he smelled musk and sweat and cock and he liked that smell, and he nuzzled and sucked and then Keen was getting impatient so he decided to pulled those boxers down too, and then nothing was blocking his mouth from that prize, and fuck, Keen looked cute, and not in that "aww, look at that cute little kid," but in that "damn, this kid would make a fuckin' fine sub, with that tight ass and that lean body and those eyes all blue and pretty."
Harry couldn't resist reached behind Keen and grabbed those cheeks he'd stared at so often, squeezing and kneading as his mouth took care of the cock and he was just starting a good rhythm with two fingers up Keen's ass when Keen came and then he swallowed all that and he sort of went back on one elbow and his other hand went to the front of his shorts and he was fondling himself through the fabric and it felt good because he could still watch Keen float in orgasmic bliss.
xxx
he knew Harry wouldn’t last long, not after that little activity, but Keen knelt down beside him and pulled down his shorts and boxers and Harry's whimpers and little breathy sighs were sexy and he liked sucking cock, so there was no reason not to suck Harry's, so he did. and Harry was soso happy, too, and it made him grin around that mouthful of cock he had, while his hands dance all over the body splayed out before him.
it was really quite endearing how Harry had to bite his lips to keep from yelling a name when he came, and how after, he grabbed onto Keen and pulled him down onto his sweatysticky tummy, and Keen didn't even mind that his shirt was getting dirty.
xxx
so they cuddled for a while, and then Harry sort of knew he should get up, but he didn't want to. and he knew Keen probably wanted to get up, but he didn't care, because, well, he did care, but.
"Keen, wanna get up?"
"no, I like it here."